𝘿𝙄𝙊𝙍 . ᴍᴀsᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ

twenty three.

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Porto, Portugal

It had taken Daisie and Mason around an hour to finally both agree on a dress for Daisie.

Mason picked the one red dress that he liked because it had the most coverage and stuck with it as an option for the full 60 minutes until they both agreed on a simple summer dress.

"Right, get up and get busy, we have a dinner to attend!" Daisie announced as she entered from the en suite, fixing her earrings.

Mason Tony Mount hadn't experienced love to this degree. His heart swooned as she strutted across the room, her many years of modelling doing favours.
The girl had a skip in her step, she had landed safely in Portugal, she was with her favourite person and she was being paid for it all.

Chelsea were having a very good season - which Thomas constantly reminded her, proud of the team -  so she was feeling slightly less nervous than before.

The model was completely focused on pulling her heels on that she didn't notice the silent, lovesick puppy on the bed, heart eyes and all.

Chelsea's number 19 was practically drooling. It wasn't as though the girl was wearing anything provocative, she was basically fully clothed. The boy saw her as the most beautiful woman, inside out. She had always been perfect to him, even when he caught her picking her nose and wiping it on Declan's back when they were six.

"Mase, come on. You invited me out for dinner, at this stage I'll be taking myself!"

The boy nearly jolted off the bed in excitement, he couldn't believe the love of his life was going to be his for a whole evening.

Grabbing her clutch, phone and room key, Daisie made haste for the door before Mason rushed past her just to hold it open for her.

"Depois de você, meu amor," Mason gestured for her to go through the door.

"Mason, I have not a single idea what you just said but I am insanely impressed and turned on right now!" The girl with huge eyes spoke. She quickly left the hotel room.

Mason Mount felt a small blush creep across his cheeks and scratched the back of his neck. "I have been practicing that single line for the past twenty minutes!"

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Mason was fuming.

He had taken his best friend out to dinner only for their waiter to make the eyes at her for the majority of it.

"How are you feeling about two days time?" She asked, politely dabbing her mouth with the napkin.

Mason, on the other hand, was desperately trying to scoop all of his rice into his open mouth. "Feel fine." He mumbled, rice splattering onto the table in front of Daisie.

She sighed with her pathetic attempt at a conversation. Mason had been quiet for a while ever since the waiter last payed a visit, yet would tense up when the waiter walked by.

Daisie Dior Delore glanced down at the mushed rice that had landed in front of her. She was grossed out but stayed silent.

The boy was playing with his fork when the male waiter returned. "Your plates, senhorita?" He grabbed the girls plate and ignored Mason Mount.

"Thank you!"

As the waiter waltzed away, Mason Tony Mount let out a huff.

"Mase?"

"Hmm,"

"What is bothering you, honey?" The girl asked softly, sending him a small smile.

If there was anything the girl learnt after being friends with the boy since they were young, is that you have to be patient with him.

The footballer folded his arms in a childish way and pouted, looking at the waiter.

Speak of the devil, he came running back over.

His eyes were fixated on Daisie, or more importantly her cleavage. "Is there anything I can get for you, beautiful?"

The man once again ignored the boy who had just built up the courage to put an end to this man's constant attempts to seduce Daisie.

The waiter was smirking at the girl, in a creepy way. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't slightly uncomfortable.

Mason - who noticed Daisies change in composure - was quick to speak up.

"Ok mate, I think we would like the bill now and can you take my plates please?" The two men were glaring at eachother with great intimidation.

"In a second!" The waiter turned back to face Daisie.

"No," Mason was growing frustrated. "Now, please. We do have places to be!"

The man rolled his eyes at the Chelsea player.

Mason immediately jolted to his feet and sized up the man. He said nothing.

"Mase, stop it." Daisie whispered and tried to pull his hand to get him to sit down again.

The rest of the restaurant was suddenly paying attention to the moment. Daisie felt all eyes on her and was immediately red.

"Mason. Sit down, please!" She pleaded.

"Listen to your bitch, amigo!" The Portuguese man protested and Mason quickly swung for him.

Daisie Delore, who had insanely good reflexes, caught Masons arm before it made contact and grabbed it.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I will see you later sir, me and my bitch will be leaving now!" The young boy grabbed the girls hand and pulled her out of the restaurant without another word.

Despite the sudden uproar in the restaurant, the air was no longer tense.

Mason was continuing to drag along Daisie until they got to the hotel and she pulled out of his grasp.

"What are you playing at?"

He was silent.

"Do you think that was funny? People were staring at us and gossiping. Can you imagine the headlines tomorrow?" She shouted at the emotionless boy. "Chelsea Superstar Mason Mount pictured beating the shit out of some random waiter!" She mocked.

When he said nothing, Daisie pushed past him.

The smaller girl let out a gasp as she was slammed against the wall.

"Do you know how it feels to watch someone come so close to you?" His voice was rough and firm. Mason Mounts hands were either side of the girls head, trapping her and his leg was wedged between her own legs.

Daisie gulped.

Mason chuckled darkly. "Why are you acting so shocked? You've been making it so hard to be around you when all I constantly think about is having you squirm beneath me!"

Both parties were silent and waited until one made a move.

Daisie.

She grabbed the boy by his cheeks and smashed her lips into his. They moved perfectly in sync, the boys hands travelling down to her sides.

It wasn't long until they broke apart, curtesy of Daisie.

Mason whined and was then silenced by Daisie pushing her finger against his swollen lips.

"Shut up and come with me!"

The girl grabbed his large hand in her smaller one and ran inside and through the lobby.

The pair couldn't keep their hands off eachother inside the lift so much that they missed their floor twice.